徐志摩·《渺小》英译

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他们不话一句话。

阳光描出我的渺小，

小草在我的脚下。

我一人停在路隅，

倾听空谷的松籁；

青天里有白云盘踞——

转眼间忽又不在。

Mountains

Hsu Chih-Mo

I look up at the old grey mountains;

They have no words.

Sunshine projects my littleness,

Slender grasses are under my feet.

Alone I pause by the wood,

Quietly I listen to the murmuring pines;

White clouds drift over the sky

And vanish at a glance.